My sister screamed underwater once, years ago. We were taking swimming lessons and I remember the scene as if it were a still-life, maybe or a painting by Andrew Wyeth, though my sister’s name was Helen, not Christina. The painting I remember is done in the baked-out colours of august, where anything young or greenContinue reading “My Sister Screamed Underwater”
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January 15, 2025
Dear goodness. I can spend the entire day doing little of consequence and yet…. the moment my head hits the bamboo fibre pillowcase, I fill my ‘trying to empty’ reservoir with a series of brilliant things to say. The words flow. The ideas shine. Yes, Yes… I started the process of falling asleep a fewContinue reading “January 15, 2025”
Falling, Falling, Falling In Love
Not at all unlike a bear, preparing for winter, I have been scouting the kitchen. Most unfortunately, there are many leavings from the holidays. Folks just don’t listen and we leave leftover food where it is accessible. Each saved morsel carries with it a power-punch of caloric euphoria. Shit. Ah well. My New Year’s ResolutionContinue reading “Falling, Falling, Falling In Love”
Dear Nancy Reagan
Capitol records are round and they play with a beautiful sound. I sent ‘em my tape on the fourth of July but they did not respond. I howl at the moon at midnight and make people laugh at the sight. I’ve often been told, I should never come back ‘cause I give folks a terrible fright.Continue reading “Dear Nancy Reagan”
A Wildebeest Watching the Six O’clock News
If a Wildebeest could watch the six o’clock news, would it be any different from me and you? I present this story as if it were true… A Wildebeest watches the six oclock news, his horns sit idly on the table nearby. Got his feet up, drinkin’ a beer, eating chips and dip. His window on theContinue reading “A Wildebeest Watching the Six O’clock News”
Pastoral
Pastoral Winter wheat charms the field, whispering.A steady farmer turns his back,tips away from sunlight’s doings awhile,much does need repair. With complaint, but willing, still,exhausted drones turn down their clocks,hope another hour of daylight can be foundthat isn’t stolen from tomorrow. In his nest, in a tree, out front,one drowsy squirrel bothers notto brush boldContinue reading “Pastoral”
Fishy
Fishie There are funny things that happen. Funny stuff. I don’t know that the rest of the world outside my bubble will find them funny but? Today, I put on my pants and, inadvertently, included one arm of my robe. It was stuffed down my backside. As I walked away, I jumped… noticing that something,Continue reading “Fishy”
Just OK
Aloha. It is always sunny at Starbucks… if you aren’t involved in union negotiations or trying to make a living. Ha. I am here, doing neither. I am enjoying the fat of the land, after many years of fattening the land. I suppose that makes me a foe of the conservatives, and of the liberals.Continue reading “Just OK”
By Design, Intelligent or Otherwise
I could not sleep longer than 3am. The best I could think to do was to grab hold of Facebook and scroll away. I did so. I am weak. This is not good. The man, Mr. Zuckerberg and his company, his cheating and lying and good ‘ol college boy antics / attitude have taken usContinue reading “By Design, Intelligent or Otherwise”
(JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo)
I am enjoying refuge at Starbucks, in their clean well-lighted place, but I am not Hemingway, he was more closeted than I ever have been. I sorta feel bad for him. An honest adventurer who couldn’t consider the whole picture, a real man who didn’t understand.. but I digress. There stood a time, once, forContinue reading “(JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo)”
Robert On The Air 